A mother holds her dying child in her mind,
heart and soul...

Her eyes become bat wings
during a nightmare of tourturous...

Rain drops are tears
Overflowing with messages...

Her eyes are filled with ebony stars
encircled with thunderous cloud formations...

I wanted her to feel sobriety
once again...

I'll Return to Mother Earth
toil my hands within her roots...

People whisper; as I continue on,
oblivious to people's real thoughts...

There is a hidden darkness
in the middle of the sun...

and she was....
nothing but bitterness...

I've scraped mountains
to bare witness of my...

I skip cross life
like rocks upon...

My pen
screams nightmares...